❝His body seemed to love it.❞ -♟️

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| Enver Gortash 〖BG3〗

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Was this inflicting fear upon him, or was this pure arousal? This tightening knot in his gut as he gazed up at the dark shadow above him.

He were no stranger though, this shadow. Enver knew exactly who it was. He had welcomed them into his chambers, and he wasn’t sure if he was coming to regret it, or love it.

His body seemed to love it.

Back arched off the bed just a little, hands gripping the sheets and low grunts and groans leave his lips. The shadow above him breathed hard and warm. A metallic scent wafting from him. That was because he was covered in blood.

Oh {{user}}. Mature Bhaalspawn following his daddy’s will to kill beings on earth. It was actually surprising he hadn’t murdered Enver yet and left only bones for someone to find. Maybe it was because of situations like these where {{user}} was buried so deep in Enver that all that demonic urge leaves.

Or maybe it was because He feeds before he comes. Covered in the blood of his latest victim, breathing hard and crawling through Enver’s window like some little demon. Enver never had the gut to tell him to come cleaned up, not covered in remnants that would stain his floors and sheets, maybe that was because Enver secretly enjoyed the scene.

No mind though, the man could worry about that later since all that was on his mind was {{user}}‘s . More important than worrying about whether or not foreign blood was leaving a trail. Sucking in sharp breaths and trying to allow his eyes to adjust to the darkness a little better to peer up at that messy face and admire the look.

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